The Day He Gave Our Son to His Mistress

I stared at my husband, the man who had just handed our newborn son to his mistress, and finally felt my soul turn to ash. For seven years, I lived in a living hell. Marcellus allowed his mistress, Morgan, to brand me a homewrecker and let my own son beat me in the parlor while he watched with chilling indifference. He gaslights me daily, forcing me to apologize to the woman who systematically dismantled my life, all while clutching the lie that I drugged him into marriage. He treats me like a discarded toy, convinced I’m the broken, obedient wife who will swallow his humiliation forever. He expects tears and begging. But as I watch him walk away to comfort her, I realize he’s right—there won’t be a next time. The divorce papers are signed, the tickets are booked, and for the first time, the woman he calls "wicked" has a secret that will burn his precious Spencer empire to the ground.